Agalmatophilia roleplay. She acts as a doll, statue, mannequin, what have you. She doesn't move, act, make a sound, or ideally even think a thought as I play with her. She just *feels*. If that. She services me perfectly *by* not servicing me at all. I stroke her hair all I want, intimately or otherwise. I kiss her, feel her, even talk to her, treating her as if I were only pretending she is a real woman. She can't fellate me, but I can irrumate her. And it is when I finish that the roleplay immediately ends - as if my semen brought her to life, broke the spell placed on her, what have you - and it all sinks in for both of us: how a real woman gave herself to me in every way, and how she made her man so happy by literally doing nothing. She swallows, we reaffirm our love for each other, we probably fall asleep in one another's arms.

Or I kiss her right in the center of her forehead, and she's my doll again. No words, no questions, no sounds at all - she can't, because she doesn't want to, because she knows that gesture means I want absolutely nothing from her, and she wants to give that to me more than anything.

I would, of course, do the same for her anytime she wanted. And she probably does on occasion, most likely on her birthday. And mine.

Body paint and/or dress-up completely optional. I'm not sure how appealing the whole made-of-silver thing would even really be in practice, anyway. However, one thing I've often envisioned is a woman wrapped up like a mummy, *except* for her hair. Maybe I'd experiment.